Rabid: The Savage Spirit of Seneca Rain

A whistle streams through his teeth. “What are you going to do about it, Luna?”

No, I’m sorry for your loss. No weird pat on my shoulder. Instead, this shifter just lays it out, and his question repeats in my head. What am I going to do about it?

Where’s the rabid bitch when you need her?

“Tyran’s been parading those bites around all morning like a proud peacock. I’ve never seen the bastard so happy,”

“You fucked all those females, so how about you leave while I fuck all the males in this room? Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to rub all over the furniture so that when you least expect it, you can catch a whiff.”

“Uhhh, Seneca Rain...and I’m a Pisces?”

that was the best fuck of my life. I’m never going to do it again, but at least I’ll have the memories.

, “Food. Water. Shelter. Happy, bitch?”

The blond male isn’t Tyran, the tyrannical alpha of the Ruin Falls pack. The male who claimed me is. I don’t just belong to this barbaric group of wolves. I’ve been mated by the male who leads them.

Fuck. My. Life

Maybe this is his olive leaf, maybe he’s showing me that even though she’s gone, I’m not alone.

For no other reason than it’s been hammered into me since I was little, I find myself making my bed, straightening my pillows, and tucking in my sheets, just the way my mom insisted. “Life can be messy, Seneca, so make sure the bed you lie in isn’t.”